The air was crisp, breezy, and delightfully cool as I disembarked from my vessel and left the docking bays of Sparla, the closest settlement to my destination. Surrounding me on all sides was a collection of buildings, few of them wider than they were tall. The prevailing color was a light, weathered gray, and I couldn't tell whether the textured-looking surfaces of most of the structures was durasteel or some type of stone. "No doubt," I remarked. "Do you have any information for me that was not already sent?" "Master?" "I'm sorry to disturb you, Master. Are you all right?" "Indeed, Master?"